A head rolled down and blood flowed all over the ground. Only the hot body was still twitching.
Lu Nianchou held a dagger in his hand and glanced at the other Quanzhen disciples. The snow was still falling. For some reason, it felt cool and refreshing on his face.
He was not in a hurry to start. He used his internal energy to adjust his breath, regained his strength, and immersed himself in the vastness of the wind and snow.
As his internal energy circulated, his whole body was filled with warmth. Lu Nianchou knew that this fierce fight had brought his martial arts one step closer.
"Ah...ah..."
"He killed Junior Brother Shidu!"
"How dare he?"
"Kill him and avenge junior brother!"
"kill!"
The three Quanzhen disciples who were not injured or poisoned rushed forward with their eyes wide open, and a sword light spread out like thunder.
Lu Nianchou had a sneer on his lips, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes. He was still afraid of these Quanzhen disciples forming a sword formation. At this time, the sword formation had been broken, and they were just a bunch of chickens and dogs.
He let out a "hum", his figure sank down, and his already short figure rolled on the ground, as if disappearing into the sky.
The next moment, he appeared in front of a disciple who had been struck by the Ice Soul Silver Needle. Hearing a puff, the man screamed, threw himself on the ground, and died instantly.
"court death!"
Almost at the same time, the nearest Quanzhen disciple reacted and rushed towards him, one sword after another, and the sword energy was like a rainbow, piercing straight towards him.
Lu Nianchou struck the long sword with his backhand, and heard a symphony of clangs, interlacing, circling, and flashing...
The swords collided again and again, and in an instant, Lu Nianchou's figure retreated and landed a little further away. He saw that the hem of his robe was torn apart by the enemy's sword, and his legs and feet were almost chopped off.
"This kid's sword skills are superb, and his Qinggong and Qinggong skills are also good. It's very difficult to deal with him!" The Quanzhen disciple looked solemnly, but he judged that this boy's internal strength was weaker than his own, but his swordsmanship and Qinggong skills were even higher.
"Come together and kill!" he shouted.
Almost at the same time, the other two people pounced on him, their swords flashing with murderous intent, making people frightened.
Seeing the three of them joining forces to kill, Lu Nianchou sneered and rushed forward.
At the moment of the intersection, his body turned and flashed to the enemy on the far right. He thrust out his left palm, veins popped out, and his bones creaked. He used all his strength to explode with a stele-breaking force and hit the enemy. On the body.
"not good!"
Before the man could react, the palm strike came like a thunderbolt, and he watched helplessly as the palm struck his heart.
With a pop, a blood hole suddenly appeared in his chest, and blood spurted out, dyeing the earth red.
When the leading Quanzhen disciple Zheng Zhiqing saw this, his eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice: "Oh no, this man is so skilled in swordsmanship that he actually has such fierce and violent fist skills."
"But his internal strength is weak and consumes a lot of money. We can't give him any chance to breathe anymore. Kill him!"
He was the one with the highest martial arts skills among Liu Chuxuan's disciples. He was very talented in swordsmanship and internal strength. At this moment, his figure moved, his sword flashed, and he silently pounced to attack.
At this moment, an undetectable sound broke through the air, and suddenly three rays of cold light flashed through, and three ice-soul silver needles struck towards him in the shape of characters.
He couldn't help but be shocked. He turned over with all his strength and struck out with his backhand sword. He heard a clang sound as he used the Quanzhen Sword Technique of One Qi Transformation into Three Purities. It collided with three silver needles almost at the same time, blocking them.
However, at this moment, Lu Nianchou dodged and slashed behind him with a knife.
Zheng Zhiqing's long sword had just slashed away three silver needles. He had no time to block them and could only retreat violently.
It's just that Lu Nianchou practiced Kuai Dao, and his body skills were already very fast. He also learned the Heaven and Earth Net Style and Liuliu Body Skills, and his accumulation and attainments in Qinggong were really impressive.
At this time, it suddenly broke out, like an arrow from the string, tearing through the wind and snow, especially the light of the sword was as fast as lightning, leaving the enemy with no way to avoid it.
"ah……"
Zheng Zhiqing screamed and fell out. A long knife was inserted into his heart from behind and came out from his chest. A trace of blood dripped from the tip of the knife that passed through his body, killing him immediately.
"Senior Brother Zheng..." There were only three Quanzhen disciples left standing at this time, and two of them were hit by ice soul silver needles.
Lu Nianchou killed Zheng Zhiqing. The sword rushed forward and slashed seven times in an instant. The sword flashed and one of the Quanzhen disciples who was poisoned and unable to move was immediately cut into several pieces and blood spattered. And out.
He didn't give up yet, with a flash of cold light, the short knife penetrated and brought out a rain of blood from the chest of another poisoned disciple.
"You... are so cruel!"
The man roared in pain, and blood spurted out like a spring. He fell to the snow and died instantly.
In a short period of time, six of the seven Quanzhen Sect disciples died. The ground was covered with blood, stumps and bones. The blood flowed into a river, which became more and more dazzling in the ice and snow on the ground.
Li Zhisheng, the only surviving Quanzhen disciple, saw this scene and screamed sadly: "Senior brother!!"
"Thief! You deserve to die!"
Seeing the tragic death of his fellow apprentice who was laughing and chatting with him just now and fighting side by side, his eyes suddenly turned red, anger rushed to the top of his head, and his chest was about to burst.
However, when he saw Lu Nianchou holding a bloody dagger, slowly walking toward him step by step, his expression suddenly changed wildly, and huge fear surged into his heart. His heart seemed to be grasped, and it was almost difficult to breathe.
"ah……"
Li Zhisheng let out a crazy cry and retreated instead of advancing. He turned around and ran away frantically towards the outside of the valley without looking back.
Seeing this, Lu Nianchou didn't catch up. He staggered and almost fell to his knees on the ground. He secretly thought he was lucky.
In terms of martial arts, he is indeed on par with these seven people, but just now the enemy was distracted by Hong Lingbo's sneak attack with ice-soul silver needles.
He used his sword skills, light skills and palm skills to explode with all his strength, and first killed the poisoned disciples to confuse the enemy's mind, so as to seize the opportunity to fight. With Hong Lingbo's cooperation, he could kill these people one by one.
In fact, apart from the three disciples who were poisoned, he only killed three others.
Moreover, it was only possible to achieve such results by relying on Hong Lingbo's silver needle deterrence and the sudden attack with the Big Falling Monument Palm.
But at this time, he was exhausted and his internal strength was exhausted, and he could only pretend to be murderous.
As long as the Quanzhen disciple who is still alive is killed with a sword, he will probably be able to behead his head.
It's a pity that the other party was frightened and ran away!
"Junior brother, are you okay?" Hong Lingbo rushed up at this time, squatted down, and checked his injuries.
Lu Nianchou saw that the wound on her arm was extremely hideous. The skin and flesh were opened, revealing the white bones, and the blood was flowing. He couldn't help but frowned and said in a deep voice: "Senior sister, I'm fine. Treat your wound first, otherwise I'm afraid it will remain. It will cause trouble in the future.”
"A few minor injuries, nothing to worry about..." Hong Lingbo's lips were a little white due to excessive blood loss, but he still managed to smile.
But before she finished speaking, she felt her eyes go dark, the world was spinning, her body could no longer hold on, and she fell down.
"Hahaha!"
At this moment, a somewhat crazy laugh came from the entrance of the valley.
Li Zhisheng, a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, unexpectedly left and came back, holding a long sword and walking step by step, "I knew you two devil bastards couldn't hold on any longer. It's just as I expected."
"I'm going to kill you to avenge all the tragic deaths of our brothers."
